Turning around, I eyed Ire and the others. “Get this cleaned up, while I call Raul.”
I went to my cage to get out of the cold. Winter in Minnesota,the frozen north, was brutal. We’d had highs in the single digits but as night approached, the temperature dropped below zero.
I loved this time of year. All month I hadn’t been able to enjoy it with my brothers. No screwing around on our snowmobiles or ice fishing.
This was what being in an MC was all about. We accepted that danger lurked in dark shadows. We’d just gotten used to having peace and quiet the last few years.
“Storm?” Raul answered.
“Yeah. We caught two of Campbell’s men. There are fourteen more.”
“We can handle that.”
“Yes, we can.”
“Get any confirmation on Campbell’s whereabouts?
“He’s in South Dakota.”
“Fuck,” Raul growled.
“I need to get in touch with David. Get an update on Boxer and the others.”
“Okay, keep me posted.” The call ended.
I dialed David next. We’d been busy all evening, I hadn’t gotten a chance to see he made it out to the cabin. I was sure I would’ve heard from him by now.
I hoped they weren’t all dead.
Angel
Sugar and I exited one of the rooms in the family unit behind the clubhouse. It was far from complete. No flooring or light fixtures. Just walls, windows, roof, and heat. It would have to do during this chaotic time.
“I can’t believe this,” Sugar whispered as we passed the room Karma and her little girl Nova was in. “We’ve always been safe in the clubhouse.”
“Storm and the others will keep us safe.”
“I’m so glad Karma overheard one of his men at the gas station.”
“Yes. A lucky break, I’d call it.”
Karma left the bathroom with her little girl when she dialed into a guy telling another it was time to send an explosive message.
The club had been in a frenzy since she arrived.
We entered what would be the large kitchen. Candles were glowing, along with some battery-operated camping lanterns. It felt ominous, like awaiting our death because a madman wanted to blow us up.
Storm had the family unit surrounded. Bikers patrolled the structure non-stop. I trusted him to do everything in his power to keep us safe, but even he didn’t know what Casso Campbell was capable of. My poor man was stressed to the max… hell, all of the men were.
Tina and Libby sat on the floor, drinking wine. A little alcohol would be lovely to help calm my nerves. I put my hand on my baby. No chance would I take even a sip.
Sugar, Tina, and I were in charge of getting everyone squared away. I doubted any of the men would sleep, but we set up sleeping bags and air mattresses in some rooms. The other kittens went home. Libby stuck around because she could help Patch if there were any injuries.
Tina turned toward me. “How’s Karma doing?”
“Okay, I think.” I sat beside her. We didn’t know Karma all that well. She’d only been working at Human Canvas for a couple of months. Tara had told me she wasn’t friendly and kept to herself when she and Hero had gotten their tattoos back in November.
Karma’s little girl was quite the surprise. She’d never mentioned having a child.